My New Muse (XXX) (Completed)

Chapter 20

"Bye Leah! It was nice to meet you," Sabrina says, hugging me. I hug her back, but I find it extremely hard to ignore David's eyes boring into my back.

"Bye Leah," Xavier says to me, a look of knowing amusement on his face; he knows exactly what's going to happen to me.

When they leave, I stare at the door of the house longingly, only to hear both their cars start up and drive away.

Oh, god.

I turn to face him, and he is radiating lust and anger.

"Why are you so angry?" I ask.

"Because you're teasing me."

"I wasn't teasing, I was initiating."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"I'm tired of being treated like glass," I growl at him.

He walks up to me so quickly, it's startling, but I don't back down. He grabs my waist and puts his lips at my ear.

I clench my fists, my hand tightening around my cell phone.

"So what do you want me to do, Leah? Push you up against the wall and f*ck you? Or bed you over and sink my cock into you over and over again?"

I'm officially wet.

"I just want you to fuck me," I whimper.

He lets me go, and chuckles.

"Don't worry, darling; I intend to do so."

With that, he turns his back and walks away, and I feel a strong sense of Deja Vu, remembering the first time he said that he wanted to f*ck me in his house in Cherry Gardens.

With a growl of frustration, I walk off to one of the guest bedrooms.

***

Sometimes, I take pictures when I'm pissed; I carried my camera, but it's in the master bedroom, where the asshole is currently situated, and I'm pissed off with him.

I pull out my phone, and open out the camera app, with the intention of taking pictures of the beach.

I rush downstairs and outside, and the scent of salt water hits me, rushing up my nostrils.

I begin to relax, as I walk up and down the beach, looking for a spot that would be suitable for photography.

Maybe, I should change the angle.

I sit on the sand, so that I'm closer to the shoreline.

I turn on the flash, and allow the camera to focus, but just as I'm about to take the picture, I hear my name being called.

"Leah," David says behind me, causing me to drop my phone on the sand. I pick it up quickly.

"Yes?" I reply.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Taking pictures," I answer as I get up and turn to face him.

He just stares at me.

"Taking pictures," he asks, cocking a brow to say that he doesn't believe me.

"Yes."

He stays silent for a while. Then:

"I think you should come inside, Leah."

"Are you going to torture me?" I ask.

He doesn't answer me, he only stares at me with eyes that seem to have plans for me.

Bad plans.

"F*ck you," I answer.

He mashes his brows together.

"Excuse me?"

"F*ck. You. Don't tease me. If you want to fuck me, then fùck me, but don't do this shít."

"You want me to f*ck you?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I will."

And with that, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, making it onto his veranda.

Then, he unzips my dress.

"Take it off. If I do it, with the way that I'm feeling right now, I'll tear it in half.

Quickly, I put my phone on the ground, strip out of my dress and then my panties.

 I pick up my phone and take off the case so that I can get the condom inside, and when I turn around I see that he's completely naked.

And hard, let's not forget that.

And he also has a condom in his hand.

He grins when he spots the condom in my hand, and I put my things on the rocking chair.

"You had plans for me, Leah."

I moan, rubbing my clít.

"Bend over the railing," he demands, ind I'm happy to oblige.

I place my chest over the railing, my small breasts pointing downwards.

I feel his presence behind me, and I arch my bottom towards him, hoping for something. Anything. I feel his hand rub against the smooth skin of my bottom, then it disappears.

I moan, and feel myself getting wetter.

He spanks the next ass cheek as well, and I hear him sigh.

"You drive me insane," he says as I hear the tearing of foil paper.

I feel nothing, and then I feel the rubbing of his head against my hole. It's so stimulating, that my entire body jerks forward. Then, he slowly enters me, and I want to cry from the pleasure of it.

He f*cks me so good that my entire body feels numb and oversensitive all at once. I feel the blood right under the surface of my skin, pooling right in my groin, feel the ecstasy ripping sons from my throat.

However, every time that I'm about to come... he slows down.

He wants me to beg. At first, I thought to myself that he has to relent; he has to come, and he won't come without me.

I underestimated him.

He has stamina.

What if... what if he decides not to come? To leave me in a pool of horniness that I will not be able to alleviate on my own?

I need to come; I'm so horny it hurts.

"Please," I beg. "Please let me come."

My voice sounds broken.

"You want to come?" he asks.

"Yes," I sob. I'm crying now, not only from pleasure, not also from frustration.

"So be it."

This time he doesn't slow down. He lets me come on his cock; but then, he lifts one of my legs, and keeps going.

"This is what you wanted, right? To come?"

He makes me come again.

Do you want me to come? Do you want this to end?"

I moan. I can't really answer him, so he just continues, and makes me come again. My back arches, and I scream out. He's brutal, and as I feel my eyes cross, and my body contort with pleasure, I know that I'm dangerously close to passing out from pleasure.

"Answer me, Leah," he insists, holding me there as he tortures me.

"Yes! I can't take any more!" My voice is horse, as a sob is torn from my throat.

He thrusts, once, twice, three times more and then finishes, spilling into the condom.

The feeling of him coming, and me experiencing yet another orgasm, is the last thing I remember before everything goes black.

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